Don't Gaze Upon It

Voices steeped in terrible malice and icy cold overlapped as they drilled into Rose's ears.

Her entire body froze in place. At this moment, whether it was a High-Level Mystical Item or her ordinary human self, neither had any power to resist the Black Liquid surging forth from all directions.

Rose Madeline temporarily possessed no Supernatural Power, but the wisdom and knowledge she possessed allowed her to remain calm.

In fact, the moment she sensed something was wrong, she had already contacted her teacher.

As the sudden change erupted, Rose Madeline stared directly into those hollow eyes. There was not the slightest fear in her gaze; instead, undisguised curiosity emerged, as though she were a cold researcher studying her own "lab rat."

This reversal of roles seemed to interest the Androgynous Being, whose body had gradually shifted in front of Rose and was entirely composed of Black Liquid. The cruel curve of its grin grew more exaggerated. It tilted its head, and a light that seemed capable of seeing through souls flickered within its empty eye sockets.

A female professor and a Black Liquid Androgynous Being stared at each other inside the Prison of Light.

Rose Madeline was strangely Immune to Contamination. Her brows furrowed slightly, and the confusion on her face could not be concealed. She did not answer the Androgynous Being's question, instead asking in an utterly ordinary tone, "What exactly are you?"

"A Life Aggregation. Didn't your machine already tell you the answer?"

The overlapping voice, still utterly devoid of emotion, entered Rose's ears.

Yet Rose sensed a kind of "arrogance" within that voice, as if the highest form of life were looking down upon inferior creatures that understood nothing. Just as humans would look down upon the swarming ants in a roadside anthill, the human beneath